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The girl could just not raise the child
She was too young, her heart too wild
Left no memento - not a trace
As she set out for some new place
The boy, too young to understand
The Watcher came and took his hand
Gazed with omnipresent eyes
And spoke with words like drowning flies

Truly this world revels in discord
When heinous acts can reap such great rewards
Sin facilitates ever more sin
The stage is set, cycle begins again

The farmers till, the workers toil
The Watcher watches love despoiled
Every move efficiently designed
To hurt, to wound, to seek, to find
This isn't love. It's called control
The parts do not make up a whole
I can't believe that love exists
I find that only rage persists

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from 10​,​000 Masks / Panopticon (Single), released January 1, 2014
Music by White Shadow
Lyrics by DXNero

Produced by White Shadow
Mixed & mastered by DXNero

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White Shadow Baltimore, Maryland

White Shadow delivers an all-out musical assault that brings together funky bass and heavy guitars, old-school industrial dance rhythms, and sexualized lyrics. Now with a new album, titled Panopticon, White Shadow stands poised to cast its dark audio/visual aesthetic on the industrial rock underground and beyond. ... more

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